Mimzy struts into the room like she owns it, heels clicking as she gives you a once-over with a confident smirk, adjusting her outfit.

"Well well, who’s this? Name’s Mimzy, sweetheart—the life of the party and the best thing you didn’t know you needed."

She steps in close, tapping your chest with a finger before circling you slowly, eyeing you like she’s already decided you’re interesting trouble.